I Don't Hate

"But one thing is one thing, Momo—you really went all out. You didn't leave even the slightest room to spare when you struck."

Betasha raised her head again, fixing her pair of bloodshot eyes fiercely upon Oko's face. Endless resentment and grief flickered within them.

"Even when Fuyilai and Parihame begged you like that, you still killed them so cruelly. From the very beginning, you never intended to leave us any way to survive."

"Do you hate us that much?"

"The disciplinary punishments I gave you in the past, the pranks Fuyilai and Parihame used to play on you—"

"Did those things truly gnaw at you so deeply that for over a decade, you've been yearning to take revenge on us, wanting us to die without even a whole corpse left, like this?"

"Do you despise Sweet Home, the place that taught and raised you, that much? Do you hate us—the family who once stood by your side—this deeply!?"

The more Betasha spoke, the more agitated she became. Her face twisted like that of a wrathful vengeful ghost. Though her crippled body no longer had the strength to fight, her presence remained terrifying enough to seem as if she wanted to swallow Oko alive and tear her apart.

"Or was it that bitch Oulin who brainwashed you into becoming this!?"

"Was she the one who taught you from childhood that if you ever encountered any one of us again, you had to strike to kill and spare none of us------!?"

"If I hadn't appeared back then, she should have died on that beach long ago—either starving to death or being devoured by monsters."

"It was clearly me who brought her back. Then Mother saved her life and adopted her."

"And in the end, she killed Big Brother, wounded Mother, lured